[color=green]Shuggothh…[/color]

If there was one word Nuthrix would have to say, that would be it. While this world was annoyingly close to a star, it seemed to be a boon for the native life as Nuthrix could sense the presence of many creatures. Reaching out mentally, they mostly seemed to be shells operating without will and by instinct alone. There, however, were some very distant that offered resistance to it. 

[Color=green]Uln Vuar’uuk nnnlliog, r’luh Shuggoth.[/color]

Almost without pause, the swarm around Nuthrix began to act. Each one knowing what it must do and attempting their task to the best of their abilities. It was not long before a rudimentary outpost was established in a network of caverns away from any prying eyes. While the enclosed position limits possibilities it is an important step for the first phase of Nuthrix’s operation. 

With such a small force, the Vuar’uuk are vulnerable, while the natives are assumed to be hostile. In order to continue they must remain unknown, not even as a rumor, but fortunately this is one of their strengths. With enough resources to sustain them for the moment, Nuthrix can afford to wait. Wait long enough to spawn a new generation of Vuar’uuk, it would only take a few days to have enough forces to expand a bit more, especially considering much of the surrounding land does not seem to be claimed by any faction large enough to deter Nuthrix. 

In the meantime, a few ghasts manage to intercept a small group of the creatures with some amount of free will. Killing most of them with limited resistance, it is a wonder how they exist. They seem so fragile with no natural hide and clawless limbs. Only one was incapacitated alive, but that is all Nuthrix required. When the creature saw Nuthrix, it panicked. Almost as if it, rightfully, knew it was in a very bad position. It could not do anything, however, as it was being restrained by a ghast and was helpless to whatever fate awaited it. It was not long before it felt another...presence in it's mind. Nuthrix preferred to communicate in this way, by influencing the mind of others. Nuthrix initially probed the creatures mind gently, performing a cursory glance before adopting a more commanding presence.

[color=green]Ya k’na h’ee li’hee n’gah. Phlegethagl? Nnnilgh’ri? Csgn’wahl?

…Throdd ylliog.[/color]

Though the creature gave several responses, none of them were the right one giving Nuthrix one option. Though at a distant Nuthrix’s influence was weak, close up the influence was strong enough to dislodge the human's mind, as Nuthrix learned they called themselves, until the poor soul became a husk. An empty shell with no will but that of the Hive. Nuthix’s Hive.

[Color=green]Ya kadishtu, h’r’uhlor… Ckadishtu hai…. We….I know….Now.[/color]

Now all that remains is what to do with the human... the empty Shell. It could be recycled into biomass, though it’s current lack of will means it will be of lower quality, but it may still serve a use. Lacking any ability to infilitrate Human society at the time, the Shell may prove useful in this regard. Confident in it’s decision, Nuthrix opts to keep the human until it is no longer required. The Shell escapes death though it’s current fate may be worse. Regardless, in the Hive one is either useful or food.